Running with the Gods: A Supernatural [Y/N] insert

Chapter 5: On a hunt

Laptop clicking away told Sam and Dean you leave you alone.

The screen was telling you Mr. Zeus Fanboy has been seen pretty close to where you were.

Your candle's flames were glowing bright as you tapped your desk impatiently.

You took a deep breath before looking at Dean's bedroom door. This was probably the worst part about this whole quest.

You needed to steal Dean's bullets.

It's horrible cause Lycaon could run into your brothers and they may not be able to defend themselves if you take too much.

Yet if you take too little, you're either going to be killed or turned into a werewolf. Leading Sam and Dean to accidentally kill you, not Lycaon.

You needed to be 110% positive neither of them are going out tonight.

But how?

You perked at Nyx chimming an idea in your head. You turned around to face the candles.

You leaned forward as Nyx told you how to make a sleeping spell you can put in their drinks. It'll last long enough for them to think you fell asleep as well.

You tapped your thumbs together as Hades told Nyx you've never done anything like this before. Plus if the two find out it was a spell, you're the first person they'd ask.

Odin suggested drugging their drinks so they're knocked out.

Artemis exclaimed that you could accidentally kill them.

You took a deep breath before thinking again. You perked and remembered that Dean always has an extra unopened pack of bullets hidden under his bed.

You stood up and peaked out, seeing your brothers talking about the attacks. You dashed into Dean's room and slid down. You grabbed a box of bullets before racing back to your room.

You froze in silence as you listened for any footsteps.

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Nothing.

You let out a sigh of relief before getting your gun, a gift from Artemis.

Strapping it under your jacket, you grabbed a few charms to help your quest.

You snatched your car keys and jacket. Throwing your jacket on, hiding the gun, you headed downstairs.

"Fresh air?" Sam asked, opening a beer.

You only gave a nod before walking out the door.

Dean cringed before opening a beer.

"Geez. Professors must really be pressuring her."